When I was a child, whenever we go to the stream to fetch water, everyone's basin would be given to a wife to carry. I didn't know that one day, I will also become someone's wife.
Wives were treated like second class citizens. No or little respect. They had no voice. Their voice were always left behind at their father's gate. May be they would always pick their voices back whenever they visit their father's house to discuss their own family issues.
That's if they are ever allowed to contribute meaningfully...in most cases, women are expected to keep shut at their husband's family house...and on getting to her own family house, they will be directed to their husband's family house to share whatever idea they have.....
I cant stop wondering where her stool is placed...her husband's house or her father's house !!!!. Some tribes are worse off. Chai.
Its still the same today.
Nothing has changed. And nothing will change except we rise to change it.
No difference except it its hypocritical eye- service.
The girl-child will continue to be a lesser value as long as wives continue to be treated as second class citizens in their husband's family, because today's girls are tomorrow's wives.
In the nearest future, I forsee a generation of women who strive to build their own empires, preferring to be a first class in their own queendoms.
The voice is a terrible thing to lose. Our voices are the authentic voices of the daughters of Africa. Our voices matter.. Our voices count.. Our voices liberate.. our voices revolutionise.. Our voices resonate long after we have gone....
If we cannot speak our minds in your house, don't uproot us from our soil.
This picture of my beautiful indomitable, is exactly how many good wives are watching silently like a sheep when important decisions about their lives are made in their husband's houses..
When will the stupid narrative favourwives. I will continue to speak my truth to power.